I sit on the shores of the Columbia river
under the gentle gaze of a quarter moon.
Its soft glow glimmers off the ripples.
An easy calm overcomes me
like the touch of a gentle woman.
Perhaps a Lorelei beckons me
to swim to a spit in hopes of love.
I do not know of a native equivalent
but tonight such a temptation
invites a smile of fantasies in my mind.
When I was younger I could not appreciate
a night as soft and easy as this one
and would scoff at the musings, but I muse now.
I let a dream rest in the crescent of the moon
content to let it hang all night long.
As I dream in the soft flow of river water
easy enough to drown in visions
of love, of enticement:
Of all the things that make life good.
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